Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.